Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tajikistan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bill Near to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
The Seeds,
Brass Construction,
The Pretty Things,
Suicide,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
FM Einheit,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Delta 5,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Man Eating Sloth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Trojans,
The Black Dice,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gap Band,
Connie Case,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Average White Band,
Wire,
X-102,
Eric Dolphy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Letta Mbulu,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ten City,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Smoke,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Last Poets,
Cymande,
Warren Ellis,
Peter and Kerry,
The Monochrome Set,
Minnie Riperton,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sister Nancy,
Khruangbin,
F. McDonald,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eric B and Rakim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nils Olav,
Babytalk,
Alton Ellis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ken Boothe,
Dark Day,
Delon & Dalcan,
Siglo XX,
Mantronix,
Popol Vuh,
Pierre Henry,
The Standells,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Parry Music,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.